For the trouble caused by the exposure of the underground world, Mo Duo has long been prepared to face it calmly, and he wants to take advantage of it without trouble, how can there be such a perfect thing in the world. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But now Master Modo is not free, and it will take a while to care about these things, and it will be fermented and cause trouble, and at this time, he is facing the finishing work after the battle with the Wizards' Guild, which makes his brain feel painful.

"Dear Lord Modo, this time I captured three legends of the law system, ninety-two saint-level powerhouses, one thousand seven hundred and twenty-six magicians, thirty-six thousand knights and cavalry and forty thousand eight hundred and fifteen infantry directly under the Magicians Guild, a total of seventy-eight thousand six hundred and thirty-six people. Old Hogan, the kobold, reported to the little dwarf with a feverish expression.

Now as one of the senior managers of the steel collar logistics management office, the old kobold man is becoming more and more young and rich, completely without the appearance of the old coffin board that has been buried in half of the loess, and his fate has been closely linked to the steel collar, the stronger the strength of the steel collar, the more secure his good life is.

After two days of cleaning and screening, the battlefield was finally cleaned up, and the prisoners of war were reasonably guarded, and only then did he take the latest statistics and start to report to Master Modo: "In addition, we have captured about 68,200 mercenaries, and they are now very honest and have no intention of resisting and making trouble. ”

From beginning to end, the old kobold Hogan didn't talk about the problem of the wounded among the captives, because Master Modo had already ordered it: except for the wounded of the valuable mage master, the rest of the lightly wounded could only be basically disinfected and bandaged, and the seriously wounded could only be powerless, and even when the number of people was counted, the seriously wounded were not counted.

The little dwarf touched his smooth chin and asked, "We just let the seriously wounded wait for them to die, and they didn't react." ”

"Yes, how can they not, their reaction is strong" Old Hogan waved the list in his hand at once, and made a big gesture: "Those seriously injured actually put forward excessively, and each of them gave them a cup of high Wardga, so that they would die of drunkenness without pain." ”

Just as Modo was about to teach these prisoners a lesson, old Hogan gave an answer that exceeded his expectations: "All the captured soldiers, they strongly ask the guards who are guarding them, to convey to you their heartfelt gratitude, because of your generosity and mercy, many of the minor wounded who would have died have not died. ”

"These humans still know how to be grateful, with their lowly status, how can they be qualified to receive spell healing, and precious magic potions will not be wasted on them. As he said this, old Hogan looked like they knew each other.

Mo Duo only then reacted, this is not in the previous life where medical treatment was developed, although the magical healing magic and potions in this world are even more magical and effective than the high technology in the previous life, but they are completely insulated from the soldiers at the bottom, and the price of a bottle of primary healing potion is enough to organize a small group of soldiers and arm them.

Sighing heavily, the little dwarf's voice was full of compassionate humanistic concern: "They are also innocent! If you want to blame it, blame those greedy magicians guild masters, go and tell those ordinary soldiers, Master Modo is kind and sees no one suffering, as long as he helps me to be a slave for ten years, I will give them freedom when the time comes." ”

Privately, the little dwarf calculated, with these hundreds of thousands of free laborers, how could the dredging project of the Doma River be completed within ten years!

"As for those nobles, mages and uncles, count all their identities and backgrounds, and then provide me with delicious food and drink, but who spent and how much money they all wrote down. Modo commanded solemnly to old Hogan.

These people are the biggest gain after the victory of this war, not to mention that the ransom they pay in the future alone is enough to complete the entire Doma River dredging project, and it seems that there is still a lot of leftover.

"Good man!" the little dwarf sighed, although the way the Wizards Guild expressed it was a little special, but this internationalist spirit of labor and money to build a beautiful home for the orc empire was not a good person.

Immediately, Master Modo happily decided that as long as the Magicians Guild gave him money, he would let all these mages go, of course, before that, he might have to agree to a few conditions that might be a bit harsh for the Iron Collar.

Then, disgusted with the old Hogan report according to the statistics, there was a lot of trouble, and he made a mistake to let the old Hogan hand over the report to read for himself.

First of all, Modo turned to the most concerned about the casualties of the militia brigade, and the casualties of more than 5,000 people were a little larger, but they were still within the range of Modo's acceptance.

Although Modo had made the air force attack earlier, the number of casualties would have been much smaller, but a unit that had not experienced a vicious battle would never have grown into an elite unit; after this war, the militia brigade after several expansions was finally sharpened.

Moreover, more than 5,000 casualties, most of which were able to return to the army after treatment, and in fact the number of people killed and disabled in the war was only more than 3,000, for this price, Mo Duo felt that it was still very necessary and worthwhile.

The little dwarf lord who was in a relaxed mood began to look forward to the seizure data, although he had already prepared in his heart, he still looked at it with a smile, this time it was not a hair, but a special hair.

As the mages and uncles directly under the Wizards Guild, how can they have one or two pieces of magical equipment on their bodies, not to mention those saint-level powerhouses and the three legends, the hard-pressed legendary warlocks have signed countless humiliating conditions with the guild president, so they can be regarded as advancing a few pieces of magical equipment worthy of her identity.

But before he could cover the heat in his hand, he once again contributed to the little gnome of the Iron Collar, and at the same time brought a happy distress to the little dwarf, where did he have so many mages to equip so much equipment.

Even if it is extravagantly made, let those elven mages of about ten levels with a complete set of equipment of saint-level powerhouses, this kind of heinous local tyrant behavior comes out, and the number of people who are currently proud of the magic strength of the entire orc empire with steel collars is far from enough.

"Damn! You forced me. Modo gritted his teeth, with a bitter and bitter look, and made a decision that made the human world, those wild mages who had not joined the Wizards' Guild crazy.

He shook the golden bell in his hand, and then instructed the stewardess of the Swan Clan who rushed to hear the news: "Let the old Lauren of Haxarburg release the news through the Thieves' Guild, and say that the steel leader recruits the mage, and he will equip a complete set of magic equipment when he comes, and after ten years of work, these things will be given to them......"